Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.